I can almost hear the eye rolling. You’re thinking “Relax,” or “Why are you making it a big deal?”

Trust me when I say I’m not an overbearing parent, at least I don’t consider myself one. I wouldn’t describe myself as a helicopter parent. While I’m not sure I would refer to myself as a relaxed parent, I do think I grant my kids enough freedom for their age.

I drop my kids off at birthday parties and skip out with a smile as wide as the Grand Canyon, mentally planning what I will do with two solid hours of alone time. I don’t worry about them when they are playing at their friends’.

I look forward to date nights with my husband when someone else will be fighting with my kids to put them to bed.

My kids have been looked after by family, by daycare providers and by babysitters.

Yet when it comes to nighttime, my gut tells me my kids should be at home, tucked safely into their own beds.

My son has been invited to sleepovers where I don’t even know the parents’ names let alone know what they look like. I’m just not comfortable sending him to sleep somewhere that I have so little knowledge of. Even when you know the other family, you may not know them as well as you think you do. Seen them around school? Your kids play soccer together? Go to the same church? That doesn’t necessarily mean you know them. While the chance of trouble may not be high, the middle of the night while everyone is sleeping is the time when a situation your child isn’t prepared to face could arise.

While the safety factor does come into play it’s not my primary reason for not wanting my kids to sleep at friend’s homes.

The most important reason is because I don’t feel as though my kids are ready.

My daughter still climbs into bed with us almost every single night - don’t judge. She often wakes up because of nightmares and looks to either myself or her Dad for comfort. How can I send her to a friend’s house to sleep when she hasn’t even spent an entire night in her own bed?

My son doesn’t often wake during the night but he is an early riser and he always comes looking for me when he wakes up. There are moments when it annoys me. When I wish he would just go downstairs, turn on the TV and pour himself some cereal allowing me just a few more minutes of sleep. But for the most part I love it. We are morning people, him and I, and I love chatting with him in the quiet morning light. Him with his cereal me with my coffee, in hushed voices we get to know each other. This will always be one of my favourite memories of us. I’m definitely not ready to give that up but I don’t think he is either. I think he enjoys those moments just as much as I do.

I am a firm believer in sleep being one of the most important building blocks of a healthy lifestyle. I’ve been to enough sleepovers to know that not an ounce of sleep is actually had. My kids don’t function well without the proper amount of sleep. One late night for my son can actually lead to days of crankiness. It’s not worth it. I don’t want my kids spending the next week trying to get over last weekend’s party. They will have plenty of time to have party regret when they hit their University years.

It has only been in the last two years that my kids have even started sleeping over at their grandparent’s house. For no reason other than I see no reason. Yes they have fun but they also have tons of fun spending the day with their family and coming home to us at night. My husband and I can spend time alone together and still get to cuddle their sleepy little faces.

While many families may feel perfectly comfortable with sleepovers it’s just something we don’t do right now. If parenting has taught me anything it’s that things change and our opinion on this may change as my kids get older but for now we have fallen into an informal no sleepover policy.

When it’s all said and done I think my kids are okay with our family policy and that makes me sure of our decision. We picked my son up early from his last sleepover party and when he saw his Dad, his smile held a sense of relief. While the other kids were nowhere near ready for bed, he came home and snuggled with us in his own comfy bed, telling us about all the fun he had that evening and before we knew it he was fast asleep.

Natalie’s passion for writing was reignited as she blogged her way through the pain of her son’s health issues and NICU stay. She is the wife of the world’s greatest foot rubber and mother to an amazingly loyal little boy and a fiercely independent little girl.

She’s a cookie lover, a wannabe singer, and is known to make a mean sandwich.

An HR professional by day and a freelance writer and blogger by night, Natalie is getting a crash course in the juggling act that is the life of a working mother, though she does occasionally drop a ball or two!

After spending much of her life trying to be perfect she has learned to rock her shortcomings and is not afraid to admit when she’s failed. This parenting thing can be tough and Natalie believes the best way to survive it is by keeping it real and by leaning on your tribe.

She’s putting it out there to remind us all that life is never perfect and that is perfectly ok!